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Sunday, 30 September 2012

Was It Worth It?


By Richard Scutari P.O.W.
 
In May of this year the Regional Director overruled U.S.P. Marion staff's recommendation that I be transferred. This makes me the third person since Marion became locked-down in the 1980's to go through the program and not get transferred. I was informed by one of the staff that it was a matter of timing (the Oklahoma bombing). Had my transfer papers gone in a month earlier, I would have been transferred. Thus, Providence has decreed that I remain in this hell-hole a bit longer.

My German ancestors had a saying that went something like this -- "None lives through the night if the Norns so decree." Fate does play some strange tricks on us. In the case of my transfer denial, fate dealt me a pleasant surprise.

My oldest daughter recently moved to Indiana, a five hour drive from here. On the weekend of July 2nd and 3rd, she, her husband and my three grandchildren came to visit me. This was the first time I saw my daughter since before my trek to the Northwest in 1984. My daughter was barely 14 years old then. Now she is a grown woman with children of her own. I was happy to see them, but there was pain there, also. I wanted to crawl through the glass that separated us and hug them until they cried to be let go.

I could never describe the pain of looking at my loved ones and not being able to touch them. The parting on Sunday afternoon was hell, but nothing compared to what I felt as I sat in my cell the next day with tears running down my face as post-visit depression set in. I sat looking at photos of my children and grandchildren contemplating on the irony of having fought so hard for their future that I lost their present. Then I broke out one of my most prized possessions -- my collection of photos that mothers and fathers from all over the White world have sent me of their children. Looking at these photos and those of my family brought to mind a question I am often asked -- "Was it worth it?" Was it worth it? What a ridiculous question. Nothing is worth losing your family and rotting in prison. However, "Was it worth it?" and "Would I do it all over again?" are two different things.

I truly believe that our culture and the survival of our Race are in jeopardy. As a man who holds the virtues of honor, loyalty and duty as the core of my soul, I was duty bound to do no less. In fact, I am amazed that others have not picked up where we left off. The survival of our Race is on the line. If it takes the imprisonment of one-third of our men and the death of another third in order to win this war, then that is a cheap price to pay. The alternative would be far worse.

Would it be worth it to those who die or suffer in prison? Hell no!! But, it will be worth it to future generations of White children. That is what this struggle is supposed to be all about. Those with a White Soul understand this. Those without a White Soul make up excuses of why they cannot or should not fight. 14 WORDS! 


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